Can't Get Enough
Content warnings: touch starved Bucky, FATWS Bucky, Song inspired fic, fluff, angst if you squint, SOFTBOI BUCK!!!!, ugly format
"You're not here and I can't sleep. I've got you on my mind"
When Bucky got the call from Sam about attending his familyās barbecue, he had to admit he was more nervous than anything. While the ex super-soldier had definitely gotten more comfortable hanging around his partnerās family, immediately being considered to relax and hang out for leisure was stillā¦new.
With Steve gone, Bucky had spent months and months alone and in the dark. That dark drowning the veteran, leaving him completely desensitized to human touch and affection. But, God, it all changed when he met her. Bucky could not describe it, but as he recalls the moment to himself, he simply says āIt was everythingā. It was at said barbecue where Bucky sauntered in confidently toting a store bought cake and the brightest smile he could sport in that moment. Immediately on entry, he was greeted by two kids, one familiar and the other not, that pretended to throw punches and swing at the old man. Bucky, more happy than he could have envisioned for himself, dramatically threw his body backwards as if the tiny childās punch actually connected and swing a dramatized right hook in retaliation. The children giggled, barely giving him time to put the cake down at the table where Sarah sat speaking to another woman, before they attached themselves to his metal limb and demanded to prove how strong he really was. Sarah, hearing the rowdiness in her sons voice, snapped her finders at the brown boy, but Bucky reassured her it was ok before lifting the two kids off the ground with a little less than ease.
Bucky dramatically leaned towards the picnic bench Sarah and the other woman as if the kids were actually heavy, and thatās when he got that first glance at her face. He wasnāt sure if it was the sun beaming on her deep, brown, skin or the shimmer of the gold specks dusted along her cheekbones, but whatever it wasā¦. It was everything. Her dark brown eyes focused on her own blue ones, immediately forcing him to drown out the weightless children squealing loudly in his ear. Her full lips creeped into the tiniest smile forcing his own to do the same, but bigger. While Bucky was no stranger to a good ole stare down, the brown skinned beauty shyly giggled and averted her eyes back to Sarah who had a shit eating grin on her face.
āIām telling Samā Sarah laughed to herself. Samās sister called for the two kiddos to āleave Bucky alone to chat with Viviā, and she stood up herself to let the two talk.
āViviā Bucky whispered to himself, making sure the kids were safely back on their feet before sliding into the seat Sarah previously occupied. āNice to meet you, Vivi. Iām Buckyā He grinned foolishly.
āIvoryannaā She giggled, reaching her right hand out for him to shake.
It had been only short of a month after that initial first encounter, that Bucky recalls as their first official, unofficial date that the pair had become two peas in a pod. While they werenāt officially dating, Bucky never hesitated to let the woman know how much he appreciated her essence. He was appreciative of every little detail about her, and made sure to tell her every waking chance he could. Miss Ivoryanna, the formal title he often referred to her as, learned more and more about him everyday they spent together. And he the same. His favorite thing about her so far was how affectionate she was. She worried about him at night when she was in her small house half an hour away from where he lied on Sarahās couch. She knew about the nightmares and horrible dreams he had about his past, and every time he even uttered the word āsleepā she would immediately attach herself to him, giving him a gentle affirmation that she was present and listeningā¦and he swooned every time. The way he would nuzzle his head into her hands at the faintest touch of his face. The way he would position himself so that his knee touched hers whenever they sat side by side. And especially the long, restless, sigh he released every time she wrapped her arms around him from behind and laid her head on his strong back while tangling his fingers into hers.
She saw it all, and the day he muttered āGod I never want you to let me goā in the smallest voice sheād ever heard from the overly confident man, she knew there was no way in hell that she could.
And she didnāt.
